Poem #126

They got flowers for her.
They got perfumes and
expensive necklaces for her.
They took her to dinners in fancy restaurants
and to destinations far away but still
she had to remember that one birthday when
you woke her up with coffee and muffins in bed
in order to fake a smile that she was unable
to contain that morning with you in bed.

Poem #125

I’m surrounded by the whole world and
I still feel lonely but when you were around
I felt like I had the whole world.
You held so much meaning.
There was a home between your arms and
a whole lot of love in your smile.
You were my missing puzzle piece.

Prepared to Fly

You feel so low
Cause your dreams are shattered high
You feel depressed and lost
For all the pain and the cost.
Your efforts have gone in vain,
You are struggling to stay sane.
It is so hard to remain in the light
When you have already lost the fight.
You started feelin’ so dumb
Cause Your heart gonna pop out with
numb
You are watching
the curtains closing,
While the world is sleeping.
Your life has been a bumpy ride
Always changing with tide.
Yet, here you stand with the will to
try.
Yet, here you stand prepared to
fly.

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©Amankumar 2018

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My Betrothal to the scent of the Ink

As the morning kisses the earth
And the sky,
Slowly illuminates the silhouettes of the night
When the world outside is awash with blue
And the birds are busy chirruping
All I think about is writing.
As I open my eyes languidly
And scurry out of my deluxe bed;
Pushing the flannel sheets aside
As my foot first touches the cold floor
On my way to the bathroom
All I think about is writing
Yes! Writing.
My anxiety to write is recalcitrant;
Non-negotiable.
So don’t stop me,
Just let me write.

I want to write;
Write about my dazzling dreams
Write about how I turned on the faucet to rinse my face,
With tepid water
I want to write about my fleeting moments
Those that I’m yet to tell anyone about
I’ll do that through drafting them on paper
I want to write about my thoughts,
Those that push me over the precipice, into a bottomless pit
As the sun stays wan and weak,
I’ll write about it in the open fields
Allow me to share my fog of confusion,
Through penning it down.
So don’t stop me,
Just let me write

My urge to write is so surreal,
Yes! Very recessive and perennial
That’s why in my floppy breast pocket,
You’ll never miss it
My ink spitting spear.
Never disappointing, always ready to spit
As I hold my spear in between my fingers
I feel relieved
Then I heave a big sigh
And close my eyes,
Like one receiving benediction.
And suddenly,
I’d start to write, on anything and everything
About anything and everything.
Should you find me,
Don’t stop me
Just let me write.

I want to tell her
But I can’t
I can only write about her
Yes! Her effortless elegance
Her attractive one-dimpled smile
Her flawless skin
Her faith-based obstinacy
Her unrivaled innocence
And oh! Her face…
As bright as a new shilling
As immaculate as a new white sheet of paper
And my love for her:
So desperate, so insane, so tender and complete.
I want to write about her knuckles,
How they form little cute dimples at the back of her hands
If only she could allow me to write poetry on her waist!

Through writing,
I’ll share with you my not-so-secret, secret of mine:
That the epitome of sophistication, is utter simplicity.
Dad, should you find me writing,
Add me another bunch of papers.
Mom, don’t call me when I’m writing
Niece stop nagging me
Big Sis’ I love you so much
I can only tell you that through writing
My betrothal to the scent of the ink is unfathomable.
Whenever I look at people,
And the events matching them
I see nothing but a wafting scent of the ink,
Like a burning incense, going to waste.
So let me be,
Just let me write.

By Jamin Clement

I’m Clement, a Kenyan storyteller and a poet. I’m also an apt reader.

Blog: j4min.wordpress.com

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Poem #124

I was never good in art class but yet
for you I tried to behave as a descendant of Picasso.
I took a canvas and made you a painting
to explain my emotions better, to make you
see how much it hurts when you do some things,
to let you know what I need more of so that I
could feel safe and loved around you.

I thought you were such a good guy because you
tried to understand and tried to be better but then
I realized I was the girl that stooped so low as to
be forced to draw you a map to my heart because
you couldn’t find it yourself. I was handing you everything
I was, everything I am and everything I will be and
you were still wandering without appreciating this gift.

Smile

Share this smile with me
Let’s have a short breath of intimacy
I’ll love the colours in your skin
If you can forgive the shadows in mine
Share this smile with me
We will raise our own conspiracy
No more wondering eyes, no more relentless discrepancy
Just the two of us on a vivid fantasy

Smile at me
I’ll pretend not to magnify
I’ll smile at you
None of us will even defy…

Share a smile with me
Lovers out of time catastrophe
Past lives wounds shall be forgotten
Let’s dare to live our own lunacy.

Hi! I’m Lynyo a self-taught/amateur writer from Mexico, I’ll like to share my work with you all and hope you like it… Or at least hate it! Jajajaja Visit me at http://lynyo.blog
All pictures and contents are original work of mine unless is noted.

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A Poem

I love her
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
She’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without her
Like my friend’s say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
She’s not the one

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Now read from bottom to top.

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